A Touch of Midnight | CIS Dominion of Omwat / Adras

[Aspect of Defiance]

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O M W A T - A N D - A D R A S​

Vivenda Sector along the Sanctuary Pipeline​

The Mandragora have cordially invited you and your guests to join them at the height of spiritual power in the galaxy this year. It is a time when the delineation between worlds is thinnest -- where undefined, humanoid shapes may lurk in the corner of your eye; or spirits both merciful and cruel may tantalize or terrorize the soul. A time of celebration, and a time of empowerment. And while many Witches and Warlocks might be inclined to observe this time in solitude, it is the Mandragora's hope this would be the opportunity for mystical, martial, and civilian alike might come together to forge new, lasting bonds. In the wake of the events on Shadow's Point, Confederacy members of all walks of life could use this opportunity to come together and forestall such travesties from happening again.

This year's celebration will take place aboard the C.S.S. Caleuche, a Jemimah-class Heavy Carrier. Several decks have been dedicated to the assembled host with carpet lining the many corridors, decorations strung along the walls, and even the lightning dimmed or lit every-other fixture to provide an appropriate ambiance. Several hangers have also been repurposed with dining and entertainment rooms constructed. Will you bob for apples in the dungeon, pin the tail on the Sith in the magic garden, dine in the mist-filled cemetery, brave the endless maze of mirrors, or tell scare one another with stories of the living dead in the dark forest (where the trees may not be so artificial after all)?

Whether by ship or one of the magical portals Witches and Warlocks have scattered on many worlds, all are welcome -- provided you attend wearing your finest costume.

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Rapid Response Team members assemble in Hanger Bay Ten for immediate deployment! The C.S.S. Caleuche just received a distress beacon from a nearby facility in orbit of Omwat. This station has served as a transfer post for centuries for vessels heading to the Outer Rim since its original design of housing experimental soldiers. Over the past few decades it has also become a waystation for scientists and other researchers cataloging the far flung planets of the galaxy. While some suspect a certain criminal element that has persisted since the original facility, there have been no reports of unusual pirate or smuggler activity in the region.

Two teams will be inserted aboard the unresponsive platform. One team will focus on restoring contact with on-board personnel, while the other will focus on identifying and dealing with the cause for the distress beacon. With the limited communication possible before all transmission ended, time is believed to be of the essence. Both the station inhabitants, and vessels headed for the Outer Rim can ill-afford a delay.

All Guests welcome to contribute atmosphere and a good, haunted time. Periodic jump scares (especially for the Response Team) will occur -- don't faint!​

Haunts of Interest

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Welcome aboard the C.S.S. Caleuche. The Mandragora has cordially invited you to join them at the height of spiritual power in the galaxy this year. Take a plunge bobbing for apples, pin the tail on the Sith, wander a haunted maze of mirrors, dine among tombstones, or sign up for the galaxy's best costume contest! There are so many sweets to go around even a fourteen-tendrilled Nautolan won't be able to hog them all.

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You are a member of a Rapid Response Team sent to investigate a distress beacon from the orbiting facility. Your team will arrive in the Main Hanger and has been tasked with investigating a strange energy radiating from the Laboratory Module. Determine whether this has anything to do with the station's sudden silence. Fortunately, initial intelligence suggests station security does not appear to bar your path. Good luck.

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You are a member of a Rapid Response Team sent to investigate the distress beacon from the orbiting facility. You will arrive in the Main Hanger and have been tasked with reaching the Command Center and locating Commander Mulhare. Find out what happened, and why no one is responding. Your way may be barred by station security -- including blast doors and automated defenses -- so be careful.

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Tags - Cordially Invited (may bring guests)

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[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Ashara Evanaris"]
[member="Bullwark"]
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Cypher Raige"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Faye Irithiel"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="Holt"]
[member="IG-65A"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
@Joannis Campbell
[member="John Locke"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Maria Savilia"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Oax Ordo"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="R4-AUD"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
@Subject 73 "Red"
[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="ToKola Bakari"]
[member="Teyla Riggs"]
[member="Valencia Hadley"]
[member="Vanric Dannon"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Vytal Noctura"]
[member="Willow Fae"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Red rushes to Hangar Bay 10. He just received word of the predicament, about the station and the distress signal. He was stationed onboard the C.S.S. Caleuche, providing security and escort for the party, when he received orders to go to Hangar Bay 10 to assemble with the Rapid Response Team.

Red rushed into the hangar and ran over to where the other members that were going to board the station were waiting. Red arrived where they were waiting, and joined them. Personally, he felt as if he should go on this mission, as he knew that the station originally held experimental soldiers, and Red himself was an experimental soldier. Because of this, he was glad he was called on to aid in this mission, he felt a strange connection to other experimental soldiers, even though he preferred to not share any special connections with other living and non-living beings.

"What's happened that we were called off of our other duties to come here?" Red asked.

He lied well. He made it seem as if he had no clue what was going on, when he really knew everything. It was a talent of his, a talent many others didn't possess. And seeing how everyone took him seriously, it was all the easier.

Although he felt as if he should go on this mission, he didn't really understand why the CIS choose him. He was a wildcard, he did any job that was needed of him, any orders he received he carried out. Even though he did many jobs in the CIS, he still wondered why they summoned him to do this task.

"What's the situation?" Red asked again.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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[member="Subject 73 Red"]​

Haastal pulled his buy'ce over his head as a few more members of the search team trickled in. The Mandalorian had actually been looking forward to a bit of holiday fun when he was pulled for this task. It made no difference to him, honestly. Whether he spent his days partying or getting a lump sum of credits, as long as he had a good time he would let things be. He doubted he'd have a good time this evening. More likely than not this search mission would turn up to be nothing more than a pain in his shebs and a humongous waste of time.

A few of the fresh soldiers tasked to his team made their way over to him. There were two Battle Droid units being stowed onto their search shuttles but only a handful of organics for each objective. One of the Battle Droid units approached Haastal, the crimson stripe drawn down his side revealing him to be a Sergeant.

"Commander. We are almost ready to depart." The metallic soldier said, handing a datapad of his initial report to Haastal. The Mandalorian took the device in his hands, tossing it back into the shuttle behind him. "Awesome, out of my way." Haastal slapped the faceplate of the droid, causing it to sway away from him, just barely able to keep it's balance and stand on its own legs.

"Team one, load up or keep your shebs here!" Haastal called out, jerking a thumb towards his shuttle. Those few organics who were around glanced over to each other, some of them making their way onto the ship while the rest awaited the next one. Haastal looked to one of the soldiers ([member="Subject 73 Red"]) and arched a brow at the man. The armor he wore was not like most of the Defense Force uniforms. No, like Haastal he was not wearing the standard flak armor issued out to the Confederate soldiers. "You with us?"

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open

The Mandragora had set up portals on several populated worlds in the Confederacy inviting a number of well connected, hard working, or renown people to come enjoy a festive evening. The physical location of the assembly was aboard the C.S.S. Caleuche, which sailed near Omwar and Adras; but that hardly mattered with those with or without a ship just as able to step aboard. Once aboard guests found numerous signs directing them to any number of themed rooms -- or in some cases "themed" might be underselling it. One of the hanger bays appeared to contain a forest. There were more than enough small and large chambers alike devoted to relaxing and strange mystically themed settings to keep someone captivated for the evening.

Some rooms even had games and activities for people big or small. Bobbing for apples, pin the devil's tail on the Sith -- well that's better than the alternative name, skewer the Sith with a lightsaber -- chase the ghost, and the extensive buffet full of enough sweet to make you regret waking in the morning. Naturally, the Mandragora was terribly sorry, but there was no Dunk the Witch or Dance around the Stake. However, there was a delightful bonfire with men and women playing countless percussive instruments.

Vytal Noctura, Mistress of the Mandragora, stood in the Main Hall wearing a red and black lace corset and dress. The pale woman smiled, shook hands, and waved for people to pass through the Main Hall, which was one of the first rooms most guests would pass through. There were other Witches and Warlocks ready to hand out maps, provide directions, or just answer questions about the arcane and occult that were on peoples' minds. Speaking of which, there'd be no resurrecting loved ones. Communing with spirits was commonplace, but raising the dead wasn't good behavior -- that the public had to be aware of.

Something told the Nightsister she was going to be dead tired by the end of the night. The smiling alone was exhausting. "Hello! I'm happy you could come. There are food, drink, games, and moonlit strolls just ahead. One of the Witches or Warlocks will be happy to show you the way... Don't forget to attend the demonstrations later." A little magick thrown about for educational and entertainment purposes wouldn't hurt. Explain a little of the difference between it and the Force. Who knew, maybe they could show people magick and the Force weren't something to be afraid of -- so much as the people that might be wielding them. Not that the galaxy could be rid of either source of power; at best they'd only have a reprieve before it was rediscovered again.

As for the ship's Captain ordering two search and rescue teams to investigate a disturbance in the Omwar system, Vytal had been made aware of it, but trusted in the ship's personnel to handle it. The guests certainly didn't need to be aware of it, and the ship was far too large for the two groups to just 'bump' into one another. Whether the ship's personnel reached out to certain skilled guests and sought their assistance, however, was up to them. So long as they didn't make any shipwide broadcasts and draw concern, it didn't concern the party goers.

"Yes, later we'll have a Costume Contest. A few people will serve as judges and decide who came with the best, or most creative costume this year," Vytal explained to a young girl. "They'd definitely love to have you there." Hopefully she could find a few capable souls for selecting the winners of the contest. Much effort she'd put into organizing this, it wasn't about her. A few Mandragora volunteers would be welcome, but she'd leave it open to anyone with a sharp eye. And you never knew, maybe a community favorite would pop-up as well.

A soft sigh of relief followed hearing one of the big bands kick into gear nearby. Ambiance was made of all the senses; this time of year wasn't just about taste. A scent of apple and cinnamon, decorations galore, and music or chattering of ghosts and ghouls -- friendly ones, of course. The Mandragora hadn't brought people here to kill them. A little fright wouldn't hurt though.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]

Red nodded.

"Yes" Then, he remembered what the droid had called this Mandalorian, as Red had been listening the whole time. "Yes, commander."

Red studied Haastal. He looked at the tiniest of details. His posture, the way he held his shoulders, the way he stood, the tiniest details like that. Red was able to infer that the Mandalorian was slightly annoyed, maybe even slightly angered by this, Red also inferred that the Mandalorian didn't really care about this whole debacle, he just wanted to get it done.

"Yes commander, I'll be on your squad. Red, reporting for duty, sir." Red said with the tiniest hint of sarcasm in his voice. He wanted to test this Mandalorian's limits, he wanted to see when he would break, when he would snap. Red wanted to know Haastal's boundaries. He usually did this with new people he met, he was always studying.

 

[Ashla Vella]

Objective: Investigate a strange energy radiating from the Laboratory Module
Location: Hanger Bay
Tags: Open

All for the clan. That was the mindset the skipping around woman should have been. Ashla was more giggling and enjoying going through the line up of weapons she was going to take. Attaching to her steampunk design outfit some smaller blasters, power cells and detonators to the faux leather belt that was featuring a black bodysuit with plunging neckline and zip front closure, faux leather brown glovelette with long fringe detail and baggy black pants. One thing that stood out was her bare left arm that showed off her sewn Kwi blue skin patterns. The blue areas had a very faint glow. She might have been goofing around but it was how she prepared for jobs.

Last item on the belt was her ax. Then smgs were picked out. One was strapped to her back and other was held. It left her left hand free. The witch of the ancient exile clan from Dathomir knew what she was getting into. However, her clan demanded all to be mercs and more so their ships that were their homes too could be taken care of. So, she was being integrated into a response team.

Once ready, the call was made. If one team was going, the other was going. Looking around, Ashla boarded the ship with the team going to check out strange energies. It sounded fun to her. Anything strange was appealing, then add in it being in the Labs area of a facility. That was why she sat ready with a big oh smile and slightly bouncing in her seat.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective: Public Appearance
Location: C.S.S. Caleuche "Graveyard"
Attire: [HERE]
Tags: Open


It had been some months since the woman had made any kind of public appearance; even more so for one in which she was not hidden behind armor or wearing a helm upon her brow. The last time anyone had really seen her was during the fighting above Eshan against the Mandalorians, and since then she'd secluded herself from much of the Confederacy working on her own projects. The large of such was the formation and consolidation of the Capital Armada that had been entrusted to her - even going so far as to miss a staff meeting among the High Marshals and the newest leader of the CDF. For the moment though she would not worry about such things, nor did she seem to worry much about when she would make her next public appearance.

With a soft sigh she slipped off the shuttle craft that bore her to the Heavy Carrier, a soft smirk crossing her lips as she carefully palmed a glass in one hand. The sanguine liquid within did not seem to act as any normal liquid would, though it was clearly her drink for the evening. Bringing the glass to her lips, she took a slow slip, her golden hues falling upon a myriad of guests and then the guessing began as to whom many of the costumed individuals were among the Confederacy. Still though, perhaps it would be better to keep one's identity hidden for the festivities, all the better to ensure that she didn't draw the wrong attention or any kind of attention for that matter.

Then again the attire that she decided to dress herself in wouldnt help in that aspect; what with her looking as though she were a member of the Mandragora. There was going big and then there was the way that Amelia went big, which brought a soft smirk to her lips once more as she lightly clutched the lantern in her right hand. The small flame flickered within, dancing softly as she brought her drink back to her lips and took another sip of her drink of choice. Of course she would answer truthfully if asked, and she was sure she'd get a few laughs and chuckles when she told those interested that it was indeed blood.

For now though she was more than content with slipping into the graveyard as it was, and finding a table or what would pass as one for herself. A soft sigh escaping as she sat herself, one leg carefully draping over the other as she sat the lantern down and her golden hues began to cross over the crowd once more. Bringing her glass to her lips again, she continued to watch the people who were already well underway of proving themselves fools with bobbing for apples, or already deep in some conversation or admiring one another's costumes. For her she just wanted to watch for now, and see whom else would show.

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[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: party hardy with a pink alien and find a certain witchy witch
Wearing: Pink Sun Gang space biker costume
Post: #1
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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It wasn’t often that she got to do something like this. The leather of her jacket, sporting a large visage of a black sun logo painted nice and pink, squeaking lightly as her arms shifted back and forth. She began to enter into the room where the main party was being held, greeted by the darkness and festive decorations of the spooktacula celebration. At the moment, she couldn’t exactly see where her date for the night was, though she imagined that she would hear her zeltron before actually seeing her.

Cali was the reason that she was at the party, however. Dressed up in a leather jacket and band shirt featuring a rodian, cathar, human, twilek, and zabrak, both of which were pilfered from the very deepest depths of one of the pink one’s closets. In all honesty, she loved the outfit, and hoped that Cali had been able to find a costume similar to her own. However, her eyes began to shift over the crowd, also looking for another certain character.

See, since the moment that Xobos had met a certain witch during her time battling the spirits, she had wanted to speak to her again. Something about the events surrounding her voices in the past few weeks made her want to speak to the witch and see if there was anything that could possibly be down to satiate them, even if they were all just in her head. At least, that’s what she thought. But for the moment, she couldn’t see the witch around either, which left the Miraluka standing there at the entrance to the party, semi-awkwardly awaiting her escort for the night to come and sweep her off her feet.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Topic : Costume Party

It was open to debate if Daxton had taken a heavy dose of experimental opiods before deciding his costume, it was either an expression of true art or the most perverse thing anyone could ever come across. After all beauty was in the eye of the beholder and it was certain to have peoples tongues wagging.

The Zabrak appeared wearing a simple brown thong which thankfully covered his nether regions, but every inch of his exposed flesh was crawling with living orbalisks, crawling on top of each other, mouths and antennae wriggling in anticipation of soft flesh to sink into. He strode in on special harness that gave him the appearance of six barbed spikes and wicked looking scorpion like tail which seemed to wave with a life of its own.

Orange yellow eyes burned with amusement as he caught the looks of horror and intrigue of those who saw him pass. His pair of assassin droid bodyguards flanking either side of him, ready to move at the first indication of trouble.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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[member="Subject 73 Red"]​

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Technically speaking, Haastal's rank in the Confederate Defense Force was pretty low. However, he had been tasked out to the different Sector Defense units as an Operations Commander. Still, he wasn't used to a rigid rank structure and it made him want to throw up. As his HUD came to life with a blue hue covering all that surrounded him, he tapped a knuckle against Red's chest plate. "Kill the sir's man, I'm just here to get a stack of credits." He said, before jerking a thumb towards the shuttle that laid behind them. "Come on, let's load up."

Haastal led the way up the ramp, tapping onto the datapad on his wrist as he did. Once he made it inside the shuttle, a few members of the boarding team were looking at him expectantly. Gods he hated being stared at. "Man, whichever one of you wants a boot heel in your eye, keep karkin' lookin' at me." He said. Haastal didn't really understand the reason they were staring at him was because of the Beskar'gam he wore. He'd only been a Mandalorian for less than a year and already he had adapted well to the language and the demeanor. He was, for all intents and purposes, a son of Mandalore. Even though he had never even been to the planet.

The merc pushed his way to the cockpit, glancing back at Red with a finger aimed to a seat. "We're about to take off, take a seat."

It was only moments later that the pilot droid looked back into the passenger bay. "Commander, we are ready to depart."

"What you want? An invitation?" Haastal called back, raising a hand up in question. The droid's optics twitched, not quite understanding the sarcasm, yet it turned back to the flight controls never the less. As the shuttle began to lift off of the flight deck, Haastal took hold of a railing that ran over his head. The shuttle's rear ramp retracted back into the ship as the soft hiss of a pressurized seal could be heard through out the passenger bay. Oxygen flowed freely into the shuttle as they moved out into the vacuum of space. Haastal grabbed a holodevice on his waist, glancing to those before him and speaking plainly. "Check it out. The job is simple. We have a ship transmitting a sob story and we're gonna go check it out. Another team is going to be searching the ship a bit more thoroughly but we pulled the short straw. We're goin' straight to the Command Center and searching for the ships Captain. We'll probably get a few surprises along the way since the security system is operational, so keep your eyes open and remember the Golden Rule."

The Golden Rule of War, take cover or die.

Haastal turned back to the cockpit, where he could see the ship growing larger in the viewport.

The Mandalorian leaned against the pilot droid's seat, whistling softly to himself. "Any new info?" He asked the droid, but after a moment of silence he knew the answer would be no. "Just get us to the auxiliary hangar, save us some time." The Droid nodded, "Roger, roger."

It did not take long for their shuttle to reach the hangar that Haastal had been talking about, however there was no oxygen in the landing bay they had pulled into, that had been the reason why Command had advised them to go to the main hangar. "Droids first." Haastal muttered, tapping a button on the console that sat near the pilot. There had been nearly fifty B-1 Battle droids loaded into the shuttle, and now they were deploying into the hangar, taking up defensive positions around the shuttle.

"Masks!" Haastal yelled back into the passenger bay, so people would know they need an oxygen mask to step onto the ship. His own helmet was pressurized so he would be just fine.

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[Subject 73 Red]

Red tapped a button on his gauntlet, and his helmet sealed and pressurized

"Helmet sealed and pressurized." Red reported.

Red looked around at the other soldiers next to him.

"Alright, when we exit, keep a combat exit. Weapons ready. If you see any targets, weapons-free, neutralize them, but make sure they are an enemy before firing. Keep a 360 watch formation when checking the perimeter." Red said, then added, "If that's alright with the commander."

 

[Kathryn Foster]

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Of course! What would an autumn space ball at the C.S.S Caleuche be if not hella nice and entertaining - if you were not one of the assigned pilot to the RRT, that was. At least, they had thought of decking the hangar out with some pumpkins, lights and other spooky decorations. Everything placed safely in corners and out of distance from any flammable material and eventual starfighter exhausts that might light it up. The organizers had actually been thoughtful enough to leave a bowl of treats and some non-alcoholic refreshments at a table for the small flight crew that, until the alarm had gone off, had enjoyed an improvised and kind of friendly ball game at the premises.

After a short run to the locker rooms next door to the hangar, the three-person crew of the Styx-class assault dropship begun suiting up with haste, hearing the alarm sound in the background. Newly promoted major Foster quickly zipped the olive green flightsuit close, put on the flight harness and grabbed the helmet from the her locker, before closing it shut and jogged out to the hangar. She put and secured the helmet on in mid-sprint.

The soldiers of the RRT had already begun to gather by the shuttle. A mix of both battle droids and organics. She would admit that, after the battle of Tyra'Weilen, she had begun to develop slightly more trust to the first category. It was hard after Haruun Kal, though. When a rather free-minded destroyer droid had grew her doubts. She said nothing, keeping it disciplined and focused, when she jogged by the ground team and up the ramp of the shuttle. Definately ignoring the mandalorians comment about them staring at him, it might have got her eyes to roll if she were not busy strapping herself in by the co-pilot droid and securing the oxygen mask. She run the last minute flight checklist together with the droid before announcing the departure through the shuttles intercom.

''Strap yourselves in... Taking off at three... two... one...''

With a slight push, the shuttle took off and out of the hangar.

Unlike the droid who didn't catch the sarcastic phrase, it caused her to snort shortly inside the mask while keeping a keen eye at the flight controls. Surprised when they were joined in the cockpit, she spared the mandalorian a glance.

''Sir, I would prefer that all my passengers were buckled in until we reach the station...?'' she said in a cross between a question and a concealed order, prolonging the glance and awaiting the mans response. No need to have people bouncing on and off the walls if the ride became bumpy.

[member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Ashla Vella"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Ashla Vella"]

Red looked at the soldiers around him.

"You soldiers ready?" He asked.

A couple of them nodded.

"Good, remember. Combat exit, keep a 360 formation, so no enemies can flank us." Red ordered.

Red stared forward in his seat. He was already thinking up a battle plan, and fallback plans. He wanted to be ready for anything, and everything. He knew that no matter how simple anyone thought this mission would be, Red knew that this mission would harder than what anyone expected, and Red wanted to be ready for any surprises. And ready he would be. If all else failed, Red wanted to have a plan, that was what had kept him alive all of these years.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Party Hardy
Location: en route to the Caleuche
Attire: See below
Tags: Open...but will nudge [member="Vytal Noctura"] and [member="Ashla Vella"] if she ever decides to leave the hangar.
Post: 1




"Hmm... I don't know..." Karlie were checking herself out in the reflection glass.

She posed this way and that, then the other way and finally the right way (don't ask, I'll most likely get banned).

"It's-...it's definitely you, Miss Destat..." the clerk commented.
Well, she had presented the blonde with about two dozen or more costumes already, from pixies to witches, to pretty pretty princes, mermaid, bar maid, to punk rock.. etc..etc... the clerk had lost count, if not her patience already.
"Oh, this is definitely you...huh huh..." She pressed on.

"Yea, you think?..." The blue and red , along with the yellow were strong primary colors, no doubt.
Still...
"I hear that a slew of CIS personnel have the impression that I'm up in the nose, stuck up as it is.
Just the vibes I get, mind you..."

"Oh, not at all...no no.." The lady shook her head. Oh hell if she were going to do this with the blonde. Most likely those people were right, she were thinking right about now.

"Hmm... this play costume kinda-
Sigh....well you know...." Was it working or not?...get it...not get it?

"It ROCKS!..." Karlie blurted out.
And about her concern that it may enhance that very impression of snobbishness? Well, they were just either jealous or intimidated her awesomeness. What other explanation was there?

"So, do you say 'yes' to the costume?" the

"Oh hell YES, I'll take it..." She replied, full pearls gleaming in her reflection.

"Very very good choice." the woman replied with a relief in her voice.
"I'll have it wrapped up and- "

"No no....no need to wrap it up. I'll wear it out as is. Besides, I'm already running late and the only transport I could book at the last minute just suddenly developed drive issues." She weren't kidding. Karlie was way behind due to her hectic schedule. Why with getting her nails done at 'NAILS to DIE FOR', then jumping across town to 'PAMPER ME SWEET' beauty/massage parlor, to 'SNIPPLETs' her hair salon...it were a wonder she had time for slipping into a costume over at 'MARVELLOUS DREAMS' to find this perfect reflection of her alter ego.

"Uhm... say, what does the 'S' stand for anyway?" It finally dawned on her to ask, as she presented the sales person with her cortosis credit card.

"Why- Super, of course."

"Awesome!" Oh yea, it definitely fit her in so many ways.

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With the last available transport till tomorrow on the fritz, Karlie had no choice but to send for one of the B.O.B. transports. It were no corvette class or had any amenities other than a head as the ship was actually a battle-droid troop carrier. Yes, it were her droids that she had acquired from a treasure hunt that had been sponsored by no other than Darth Tacticus.
Long story short: she were using one droid transports to jump to Omwat/Adras system.

The jump itself was rather long as the battle droid transport were equipped with only a class 1 drive. But it went without a hitch and hours later, it emerged in the system.

"Karlie Lynn Destat...Castagne system..." she presented herself to the dock's registrar.
"Hope I'm not too late..."

No, late she wasn't. But the hangar chief seemed to want to direct her to the nearby orbiting system as there had been a general call to answer a distress signal.

"Uhm, nooo... I think you got the wrong idea. I came on this transport to attend the costume party." She replied.
"These battle droids are for the most part untested. Even if I could accommodate to respond to this call, I don't think I could be of much help...more be a hinder to what ever is going on." She weren't kidding, nor trying to come up with an excuse. The battle droids she arrived with had never been field tested.

A few more clarification exchanges took place before the chief finally put his hands up and directed her to the level deck as to where the party was.

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"Oh wow... now this is a costume party." She exclaimed to herself, the minute she walked past the blast doors.

The music, the lights, the freaks!...it were awesome!



[member="Vytal Noctura"] and [member="Ashla Vella"]

 

[Tempest Yore]

COSTUME:

TAGS: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]



The Mistress [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] gave each of the Mandragora younglings a Talisman of Transformation of a very unique quality. The Mistress has informed Tempest and the younglings that she could imagine herself as anything to transform into, and so Tempest drew up a few costume images with her colored pencils and she kept them tucked into her HELLO KITTY! backpack. All of her images were of haunted stuffed animals. She studied the first picture she drew and held the Talisman in her hand and whispered the secret incantation Mistress Pomsty had written down on an index card for her to learn to make this magick happen. She left the Mistress on Mandragora, heavily involved in her spell casting, hoping the teacher shall make an appearance at the party later, and see her costumes!

“This is gonna be so much FUN, Zak!” Tempest wailed with ultimate excitement as she stood inside the Mandragora fortress, about to step through the porthole connecting to the party.

She transformed into the evil terror teddy right before everyone’s eyes, as the nine year-old tottered into the porthole and materialized right in the midst of all the fun. “Where da candy at, Mistress Vytal?” she growled as a little bear to [member="Vytal Noctura"].

At the threshold of this amazing party, Tempest halted before all manner of mesmerizing displays, witnessing living magick in motion.

“Woah!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Great party already!” super excited and ready to get on with the festivities planned!

A cup of blood like she saw clutched in the hand of one of the witches would go very well with her evil teddy persona too!

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open | [member="Zak Dymo"]

Vytal turned her head to gaze over at the Scare Bear that'd abruptly appeared in her presence. One demanding candy. No doubt Pomsty was to thank for the mischievous munchkin. "There is candy in every room. It's easier to obtain is some rooms than it is others; but the best or the largest ones are hard to find." Oh, however could a Nightsister have foreseen ravenous hordes of little ones gobbling up all of the treats? Why, surely it was not because of a handful back at the Castle that made enough noise to disturb a rancor's rest. Bite-sized treats they were to such a beast. Now there was a thought...

"In fact," Vytal smirked as she gazed down at the clawed fiend of [member="Tempest Yore"], "the hardest to find is buried inside the haunted maze. Not that monsters like yourselves would be found there." Dangerous? Hardly. maybe a little. They could handle themselves. They could handle themselves, she assumed, given the trinkets they were given at times.

The pale woman turned to look over at [member="Daxton Bane"] as he strode by. With a glance she knew of the creatures that crawled about his body, and despite their possible applications and strong constitution Vytal couldn't imagine actually 'wearing' them. Though with the way they were moving, perhaps he wasn't wearing them at all. Hopefully she wouldn't hear screams of some hapless guest becoming swarmed by the things.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Objective: Par-tay!
Location: Entryway, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Cute Biker Chick + Attitude
Tags: Open | @Xobos Yahkieer

Swiggity swooty. Cali strode through the corridor, one foot crossed in front of the other. A smile spread across her pillowy lips as she neared Xobos. A bright pink woman in leather, short-shorts, and a shirt with 'look like a beauty, ride like a beast' scrawled across it should stand out on her own right. Even so, she was uncharacteristically quiet on approach. It took effort, but she wanted to catch the Miraluka unaware if she could.

Once she was close enough and certain the flight path was clear, the Zeltron cried out, "Hey, Xobos!" There'd be just enough time to start to react or mentally process who the voice belonged to before a pink creature surged forward to claim the Miraluka's undivided attention. Both hands lifted to cradle her Dark girl's face as their lips met. Keeping with tradition, the spunky one deepened the kiss. One foot stepped between Xobos' feet with the other on the outside so they could be comfortably close while they kissed.

A giggle followed Cali drawing her head back to gaze at the eyeless woman. "You look adorablely badass, Xobos. I didn't keep you waiting long did I?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was quite aware he was drawing from so many sentient eyes, after all this was probably the closest anyone present has ever come to a living orbalisk colony. In the wild, the hive would attack anything that came within reach, a mindless mass bent on hunger for dark side energy and the need for a new host. However, Daxton and the hive mind had achieved a strange symbiosis, the hive was now a living breathing extension of his will and in return they feasted on the vast stores of dark side energy pulsing from the Sith Lord.

Sure there were some drawbacks especially when the colony injected their toxins to speed up his regenerative healing, but all in all it was a good trade. Besides Daxton was rather enjoying the look of fear and disgust of the other guests at his ‘costume’, so much so he allowed a few of the creatures to detached themselves and crawl between the legs of the guests before returning to him.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Primary Objective: Candy!
Secondary Objective: Candy!
Tertiary Objective: Candy!
Costume: Evil Teddy Bear
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] | [member="Tempest Yore"] | Open

To be completely honest, Zak wasn't sure if he liked these talismans of transformation or not.

On the one hand, it was easy. You just activated the talisman and then, so long as you kept it on you, you were basically just using a glamour -- an illusion that overlaid the actual appearance. Case in point, Zak was just wearing his ordinary clothes. But he looked like he was a walking, talking teddy bear. Only, an evil teddy bear. Because reasons.

The costume, if it could be called that, was Tempest's idea. Zak was just riding the hype train on this one.

Which brings us to the boy's problem with the whole arrangement. That being, it required no actual dressing up whatsoever. And, he wasn't sure that he could pinpoint why, but Zak felt like he objected to that on general principle.

The whole point of dressing up was the dressing up part. Zak happily ran around dressed as a skeleton or a ghost. He even traveled to random planets is various costumes or parts of costumes. But this talisman thing, it just seemed to take the fun out of it.

Zak didn't dwell on this slight feeling of disappointment however, as Vytal said that there was candy hidden throughout. And not just any candy, but full-size candy bars.

So, enough thinking about costumes or glamours. A great mystery was before them, and Zak, for one, was up for the challenge. The game was a foot!

And also a hand. Carrying the candy bucket that was suspiciously empty at present.

"I think I kinda want to try that maze," the boy opined candidly, as visions of full-size Snickers bars danced in his head.

 

[Eternal Rapture]

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When the two search and rescue teams touched down in the hanger, the ship's lights had revealed it barren of life. Such was to be expected of a depressurized point of origin. Off to the right sat an unused, large shuttle of some kind while various crates sat stacked along the left of the bay. There was little in the way of lighting here, and the doors separating the hanger from the rest of the station were securely shut barring their entrance.

An active panel near the door would likely allow them to restore the energy field and allow the doors to open once risk of explosive decompression was adverted.

However, as they began to disembark and explore their new surroundings, the teams would hear the metallic clang of a pipe somewhere nearby. Search where they might, however, no other living creature seemed to share the forlorn hanger.